Good things come to those who wait. Great things came to those who waited from dawn outside a record shop for over three hours this morning.
It’s 5am and my alarm has just gone off. That’s an early start for anyone on a weekday, let alone a Saturday morning. Luckily for me I am staying at a friends in Crookes so my destination is only down the hill. 50 minutes later I am outside Sheffield’s prime vinyl emporium, Record Collector.
As I get closer to the shop I start hoping that the cold air has put off a few hardy souls, alas, I take my position on the corner of Fulwood Road and Crookes Road. This is ridiculous, it’s not 7am and already I’m panicking that I won’t be able to get half of what is on my wish list. I am not the only one, there are a few sneers at those at the very front. Part of me admires someone who can kip out in the cold overnight, part of me sneers that their hauls will soon be on Ebay and another part of me finds it a little sad.
Put frankly, they do not look like your average vinyl-buyers. That may sound judgemental but you can tell by the way someone wears a jacket and a pair of trainers that they have taste. Their clothes and haircuts betray a style, an indulgence that befits anyone with a record collection. They are willing to put in the effort and have a sterling record collection at home to prove it. You simply do not get to see much of that these days as MP3s and CDs are all too easy to come by and easy to play.
Further down the line there are fathers and sons, gig-goers, boyfriends and girlfriends. That’s more like it. These are people that actually LOOK like they enjoy watching bands and finding new music. They are also smart enough to kip in their own bed and head down early, people who have social lives and aren’t bothered about making a few quid selling on records. They value vinyl as keepsies, not commodities.
By 7.30am the queue snakes down Glossop Road which means there will be a fair few disappointed faces come 9am. That’s contrary to the incredulous looks from road sweepers and lorry drivers who wonder quite why there are so many people standing outside a shop at this time, in these cold conditions.
The queue snaking round the corner at 7.33am
A few minutes later the lovely folk who work in the shop come out. This must be a second Christmas to them as each customer who enters the shop will likely spend upwards of £20, usually around £50 with one ahead of me in the queue spending £338. To show their appreciation they chat to regular customers and hand out drinks to those who have bided their time.
While everyone has their list those behind the counter are wary of supply and demand. For instance, Record Collector only have three copies of the Paul Weller single which is high in demand. Many in the queue are praying there will be a copy left by the time they get in the shop but as soon as they find out there is only such a paltry supply their heads sink. You cannot blame the shop, with the label divvying out records they cannot refuse as the hope alone brings out customers who will likely spend the money on something else anyway. Still, just three copies seems such a paltry amount to even bother with.
At 7.55am the doors open and the queue shuffles forward then the panic begins. We all check our lists frantically and chat about how the event gets more and more cynical year on year. The increasing queues and prices gain focus yet we still come out don’t we. One new aspect that I have noticed is the use of social media, not simply for taking photos of the queue but Record Collector’s own Twitter account which is refreshed minute by minute to check what’s already sold out. Every update brings it’s own groan of disappointment; Weller goes soon enough and after a slew of releases that aren’t on my list sell out I get as far as the counter.
The Haul including Oasis – Supersonic, Tame Impala – Live Versions, Chvrches – We Sink, Joy Division – Ideal For Living EP, Metronomy – Love Letters (Soulwax Remix)
Now I begin to panic. My wish list only consists of seven records, one of which is for a friend and another is a possible birthday present. My heart begins to race as another copy of Tame Impala’s Live Versions leaps off the shelf into someone’s bag. There are some that I should not worry about; namely the reissue of Supersonic by Oasis, the Joy Division EP and the Kings of Leon single. However, as I get closer I realise that two on my list are in danger, with me agonisingly close to getting them. Should I have bothered going to the toilet before leaving the house, should I have eaten cereal, could I have walked a little faster? It doesn’t matter now as the final copies of Jake Bugg’s Live EP and the Jagwar Ma/Temples split covers single depart the shelves into the lad in front’s bag. My heart sinks but I cannot complain with my haul. There’s always Ebay anyway.